I carried her into her bedroom for what will be our first sex and to what would be the starting of a long lustful sexual life ahead in togetherness.I ...ropped her on her queen sized bed and stood beside the bed to take in and admire the beauty before me. She was lying sideways and her the outline of her shape was breath taking, like one of those gorgeous Michelangelo sculptures. Her 36 boobs were just perfect. It was just like Monica Bellucci’s, round, firm and pulled down by its own weight. Her. The odor of the place was unfamiliar and she closed her eyes in an attempt to sort out the smells. The bartender startled her. ‘And what can I get you this evening?’ ‘Um, I don’t know. Gimme a wine cooler, I guess.’ ‘One wine cooler, coming up. Berry, pina colada, fuzzy navel, or strawberry daiquiri?’ ‘That strawberry one, I think.’ He guessed her at about forty-five, or at least a couple years younger than his fifty-one, and thought she’d have been a real looker even without the flawless. I suspected there would be more as the time went by.Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday at KCC moved like a snail; I spent four hours each day giving a presentation on the African trip to a bunch of spoiled wealthy brats. In the process I collected a dozen cell phones in one class. They were lucky I did not have a bucket of water to put them in.The Thursday class was the best one of the three. They were graduating this year, with many of them looking for a place in the world. They asked good. As I following her into the bathroom with a definitewaddle from the wet diapers and the plastic pants I still wore she had meget on my knees over the tub then she pulled the back of my diaper downand then proceeded to pull an enema bag from the cupboard and filled itup. When the enema bag was full of warm and soapy water Dora greased thetip and slipped it into my rear end and started the water.As I knelt there I could feel the water filling my belly and when Istarted to feel bloated and.